Grief

No matter how I put it no matter how delicately constructed in the end no amount of alphabetic sawdust could possibly describe the bomb blast of emotion roaring inside me. I have been brought to my knees by it twisted inside-out by it and still— still it slices through my fragile skeleton cage into the root of my heart, stabbing and stabbing, an inexhaustible source of pain for those brave enough to feel it completely.

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